catpixels: is there any specific rule that helps define one’s knack?
nightmares06: It’s often something that they’re already good at that gets strengthened
nightmares06: Occasionally a surprise slips in for knacks that has nothing to do with the weilder
catpixels: definitely not the case of Jacob
nightmares06: He strong xD
Little Dreamer: I think if I were smol, I think my knack would be far better eyesight
nightmares06: All smols at least get good night vision
Tag: jacob andris
Where the Trees Grow #4
Hey! The fourth part of my @brothersapart contest entry! Okay, so, I’m just gonna leave this here. My excuse is work and school and just life in general being so busy. Still not sure if I’ll be able to finish this in time, but we’ll see. If I can’t, I’ll still finish it in my own time. Enjoy!
The last thing Mark had been expecting was for two people his size to walk into his little hideaway. Well, he says his size. The two were still a good foot taller than him, but at least that was normal. He backed away a bit, weary of the two strangers, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved to see them.
Sam and Jacob walked in, hands up where Mark could see them, to appear non-threatening. They both knew Mark was feeling high-strung, they themselves had gone through similar feelings when they had first shrunk.
“Hey, Mark right? It’s okay, no one is going to hurt you.” Sam tried, referring not only to the two of them, but to the two giants outside. Mark took a breath and pushed off the wall, coming a little closer.
May 28th excerpt:
“I wouldn’t call it short,” Dean said easily. “I’d say you’re just size-deficient.” He planted the tip of his index finger on Jacob’s chest and gently pushed him back towards the tape measure. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Based on the way Jacob was fighting against it, there wouldn’t be many chances to get his sizes for future clothing when Dean managed to find a store that sold more than just cheap barbie clothes. Maybe he’d get lucky and find a store geared just towards dolls. It might be more expensive but it would be worth it.
At the sight of Jacob’s exasperated struggles, Dean let out a small sigh and took slight pity on him. “Okay, how about this. I don’t even have to tell you how tall you are.”
TorchMLP: So does Jacob have any other living relatives besides his mom?
Neon: He’s got plenty! He’s got his grandmothers and extended family, but most of them live far away. On his mom’s side, they live in the states, but on his dad’s side most of them are back in Greece. Jacob is proficient in Greek so he can converse with these family members.
TorchMLP: For some reason I thought his Greek side came from his mom XD are all his relatives on his dad’s side so tol?
Neon: Both his parents are Greek, so you were not wrong XD His mom is just first generation and his dad was from Greece. And yeah, many of them are pretty tol guys. Jacob is definitely in the higher percentile for Greek men in general, based on my research. Beeg family
TorchMLP: for some reason when I picture Jacob’s grandmother, I imagine a very smol woman scolding a tol teenage Jake
Neon: That’s very accurate XD Why hasn’t he started dating a nice Greek girl yet. Jacob, grandma’s not going to live forever you know
TorchMLP: Question about giant Jacob. How does that poor kid not starve to death?
Neon: Giant Jacob had a little food in his backpack that grew with him. After that he had to start catching animals … luckily he’s good at roughing it already
TorchMLP: he is good wildness survivor
TorchMLP: was he a boy scout?
Neon: Nope, he just went camping a lot xD
Neon: His favorite pastime with his papa
TorchMLP: sad but happy memories
Neon: Precisely
Neon: Jacob striving to be the gentlest tol he can be comes from trying to be kind like his dad x3 I’d say it’s working for him
May 27th excerpt:
Dean lifted up the measuring tape and dangled it close to Jacob. “It’ll only take a second.”
Jacob made a flat look at the tape measure, and at the notepad Dean had dragged closer. “No thanks,” he answered, sidling away from both pointedly. He had a feeling that the number, no matter how close or far it was from his estimation, wouldn’t be very encouraging at all. He was still small enough for Dean to drop in a pocket. “I already know I’m not winning any height contests here, so there’s no need.”
Well, thanks to this chart here made by @torchmlp, we know that Sam and Dean weight a little less than three crayons each if we compare them at 1/19th of Jacob’s size.
Jacob lifted weights in school, and has a stronger build than either brother. People have clung to buildings with their fingertips holding up their weight before, when their life depends on it, so with one finger, if Jacob can get all the regular-sized guys in the lounge to fit on one, he can likely lift all of them. Throw in the smols and Rumsfeld and Bobby, he’s still not going to have a problem.
Jacob would probably run out of room for more people before he started to feel too much strain of their weight. Then they’d have a giant who was worried about them all tumbling off the side, so the little guys had better be in pockets for this experiment. Jacob would be so amused by all these little guys trying to test out his strength.
I can almost imagine Sherlock being torn between helping to add weight and wanting to write all this down.
May 26th excerpt:
“Alright, I got something, are you happy?” Jacob asked, sounding as flustered as he looked.
“Hmm…” Dean thought about it, then decided on “No.” He didn’t bother forcing Jacob to get anything else, but he did pinch off a piece of his burger. “I’m as big a fan of french fries as the next guy, but I’d hardly call it a balanced meal by any standards.”
May 25th excerpt:
Dean rolled his eyes, and this time didn’t bother with the stand-up menu. Instead, he reached over and lightly nudged Jacob to his feet, propping his finger underneath a small arm and pushing him up. He had to restrain himself the second he felt exactly how light Jacob was against his finger. If he moved too fast, he’d pull the kid right off the table again, just like the time Dean had gone for the bag he was wearing and ended up taking Jacob along for the ride.
Watching those small legs kicking in the air, dangling helplessly over what was to him a huge distance… it was the first time in years Dean had felt his overprotective side rise up in him.
“Not happenin,’ ” he scolded gently as he maneuvered Jacob closer to the plate. “You’re eating some of this food one way or the other. Don’t make me try and make the world’s smallest cheeseburger. We both know that won’t end well.”
Jacob tried to resist, but he might as well be pushing on a wall. He tried to shove Dean’s hand away, but the huge fingers were too strong for him. Digging his heels in was just as useless, and soon enough he found himself marched over to the plate like an ornery kid. He stumbled a few times, but with Dean guiding him along he was standing still again in no time.
May 24th excerpt:
More light broke in at the bottom as the mug tilted slowly upwards. Jacob paused, then crouched low to peek cautiously out from under the mug. He blinked a few times to readjust to the light, and made sure no one else was around. He sighed in quiet relief when he only saw Dean peering in at him.
A large green eye blinked back at Jacob, then vanished as the human sat back up from his hunched over position. The slit of light around Jacob’s knees widened, then the cup lifted up into the air as Dean let him out.
Brothers Apart 